images mirages: WPC abstract

Abstract: it’s all about perspective, isn’t it?

 
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Riding the boat in the backwaters of Kerala (India) among the mangroves leading to the Golden Beach of Varkala, the images on the water surface disturbed by the ripples seemed more fascinating than the objects that it reflected.

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Pink Ice: WPC Optimism & Cee’s Fun PC Pink Flowers

The Daily Post prompts us on ‘Optimistic‘ while Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge for this week is ‘Pink-Magenta Flowers‘: for me the two prompts seem to converge on an afternoon of Pink Ice flowers.

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Flowers never fail to lift my spirits. Sometimes I just like to sit in gardens or lawns among the plants and flowers. These pictures were taken on one such occasion when I spent a lazy post-lunch winter afternoon on a break from a long spell of what seemed to be highly unproductive effort to finish something I was working on. For the short time I spent there, it made me feel good to reconnect with nature and remain positive.

Cee’s challenge invites for flowers in the colour range of pink to magenta. I am sticking to the colour pink and to one flower, the Pink Ice flower. I got distracted with the bees hovering around these flowers. It was such fun to watch the buds unfurling right before your eyes in moments. In the next few moments, the first bee sat on it and in a short while there was a party of bees! I did have fun taking these pictures. It was much later that I realised I had not taken any photograph to capture the flower itself as the main focus!!

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p.s. trying out the slideshow in this post, not quite able to make up my mind if i like it or not. would really like to hear your thoughts 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Weight(less)

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My second submission to the Weekly Photo Challenge. This week’s photo challenge is ‘weightless’. I thought about several possibilities but finally decided on some shots i had taken of candy floss.

Whenever i think of candy floss, it is about its fluffiness, lightweight, ready to disappear when you try to press it and how it dissolves outright as soon as you pop it in.

These shots were a result of a cheeky monkey who walked up and snatched my niece’s candy floss at Kasauli. Her wishful hope to enjoy another did not materialize until we saw a candy floss vendor cycling on the Delhi-Chandigarh highway surrounded by wheat fields on both sides.  We stopped him and asked him if he could make some. He happily obliged. It was fascinating to watch him make it.  As the candy floss was being woven, the smiles of the girls spread like the sugar webs on his little device! after all, not only were they candy floss but they were in their favourite ‘wow pink’ colour!

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the candy floss day

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/weightless/

 

Turbulence at the Lake

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Scene depicting the turbulence at the Loktak Lake: Choreographed by CYCA Khurai

A moment from the play ‘Poubilai’ depicting the turbulence at the lake caused due to overt human activity that wreaks havoc to aquatic life leading finally to the emergence of the monstrous Poubilai sleeping in the belly of the lake from its deep slumber. He, in turn, turns his ferocity towards human kind as vengeance.

A production of the CYCA Khurai, the play was staged at the National Museum, Delhi  at the inauguration of the exhibition on ‘One Object Exhibition: Poubilai‘ organised by the Bhopal based institute of Indira Gandhi Rashtriya Manav Sangralay (IGRMS).

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Flowers

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Roses, marigolds, crape jasmine and daisies with camphor cubes, incense sticks and cotton ropes soaked in oil: all set to be offered to Ganga @Rs.20, Haridwar, India

‘Don’t send me flowers when I am dead. If you like me, send them while I am alive’ – Brian Clough

because …….

‘what sunshine is to a flower, smiles are to humanity’ – Joseph Adison

and……

‘to me, flowers are happiness’ – Stefano Gabbana

but……..

‘if your heart is a volcano, how shall u expect flowers to bloom?’ – Khalil Gibran

also,….

‘Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them’ – A.A. Milne

Mashoodpur: A Jat village in Delhi

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My second post from my Mashoodpur visit. As I mentioned in my first post, I had accompanied a friend to this rather large urban village of Delhi. As part of her own research, Supriya Singh is studying the available water resources and access to water in the village. As we walked down in the interiors of the village, we were welcomed by two ladies to drop by. Their house was a one-storeyed structure surrounded by three-or-so storeyed buildings from three sides with the one remaining side opening out to a small path that serves as an artery between the congested houses. On the roof of the house, I came across several items that were of little or no use value. In this corner is a pile of earthen pots which, I presume can still be used but is not of much use. Perhaps, a similar fate is that of the spindle on the side. The water cooler stand has perhaps been not of use this summer as it stands in the sunny roof.

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The bell that does not toll

The silence depressed me.  It wasn’t the silence of silence.  It was my own silence.  ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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the bell: experiments with light and shadow